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Clinton News-Record, 1976-11-04, Page 4s d iIke to take *%*t _ behalf of the 'o hes ' " mi l► to thank the t+n for the Ala n courtesies ex us and the 'I+cLean family during our tragic loss. of Potnd lion McLean. Though we were raised in 2 small town. we all now reside fn farflung . urban areas and found ourselves inclined to forget the personal in- volvement and friendliness inherent in communities such as yours. should like to render particular thanks to the Canadian Legion. Their beautiful memorial service touched each of us very deeply. Thanks also to all the thoughtful people who .made it a point to meet us and express their condolences. Lastly. I should mention that we could not help but notice the reaction of people .. as the funeral party was "f moving to the cemetery. The fact that people in the streets stopped and removed their hats, and drivers pulled to the side of the road and stopped while we passed by, attests to the type of citizen living in your community. We now have a much better understanding why Dot and Don loved Clinton and its people so very much. Yours Sincerely, ,e Robert (Bob) Forbes Cocoa Beach, Florida. wa d cSbut ,it er-rel+ationS. fat n paper ag, We were'- thInking : of the extra cif -ac. op of sugart but of the spirit of rsi and scrupulous fairness at a time when' times were hard - and especially during the long winter months. During the winter season, the spirit of nerosity is well served by a blood moOw. A visit next Monday to our Red Cross blood donor clinic should have top priority. But who needs blood? For many of nit, the fact that winter holidays can -take the biggest holt on our blood banks is not reason enough, and few people realize they can share their health with someone r � re se!e are +: I' sl i ly Ina sIVC ate, . -100 t+ do {■1t many thing time to give that Italie etre ,for' ood measure". Share your health , with someone by attending the -local al Red Cros's on, Ntonday at CHSS., It takes little tin* or energy to give blood. It will be - invaluable to some recipient who wants to enjoy not just the winter season but the whole year. Sharing is part of the 9enerous spirit of Canadians. it shawl a concern for others at a time whe n times are hard. Every adult in good health can afford to share that health. Drop over bet- ween 1:30 to 3:339 or 5:30 to 8 p.m. and bring a friend: Better yet, bring the gang. Dear Editor: From time immernorable, mankind has observed the characteristics and habits of animals and has applied them in -a figurative or symbolic sense to persons, peoples and governments. For example: "the British lion", "the .Russian bear', etc. But did . you know that under the symbol of a "wild beast" the Bible book of Revelations accurately forecast the United Nations Organization almost 1,900 years ago? Even the fact that the U.N. would be preceded by a similar body, which proved to be the League of Nations was correctly predicted. This may sound rather far- fetched. But consider the evidence. Most of the in- formation can be found in the 17th chanter of Revelations As you may know, this book Uses many symbols to (continued on page 5) Thanks for October An English poet (Browning?), asked a rhetorical question years ago: "What is so rare as'a day in June?" . The obvious an- swer is "Nothing." Maybe so. A day in June in England on which it is not raining is a rare thing in- deed, and something quite fine. The world is green and soft and effulgent with the sights and scents of flowers. But the sentiment hasn't -much meaning to a Canadian. A day in June usually means a heat wave and mosquitoes. Soggy ar- mpits and an irritating whine in .the bedroom,.. - Making much more sense to a Canadian would be: "What is so rare as a day in October?" I don't know about you, but for me. there is nothing on God's good earth to equal a golden October day, when the air is as clear as the thoughts of a saint, the land lies fallow, and the wild, free honk of the goose sends the chills up the spine. In the West, the poplars shimmer with their Burd' n of gold coins. In the East, the Master Painter has got drunk and is slashing unbelievable colors across the .landscape. Mother Nature has delivered the fruit of her womb, and is still feminine, lying back and suckling her children, spent but resting. She has not yet done her tran- svestite bit and changed into the clothes of Old Man Winter, quite another kettle of fish. On the golf course. the turf is still green and springy, and it's almost a pleasure to lose a ball in a heap of fallen leaves. On the bay, the water is a blue so intense that it shouts back in mockery to the deep, calm blue of the sky. Around the pot -holes and sloughs. there is the tense thumping of the heart as the ducks 'head in to land, or take off with a suddenness, in morning, that makes the adrenalin pump. On the rivers, wrapped like Eskimos, the anglers tease for that last, lurking rainbow trout that will go ten pounds. There is thump of leather on leather as the football heads for a climax. And there is the headiness of track meets, where the young push every sinew to jump farther, run faster. There is the ritual raking of the leaves, and the jumping in the leaf -piles by the little folk. And.�i.f .yegr;tiswn hasn't passed a stupid by-law against the burning of leaves, there is the sheer joy of that. Let me hesitate a moment there. The burning of the leaves is just as symbolic as the planting of the first seeds and bulbs in the spring. It should be a time for neighbors to be out, chatting -quietly and raking the flaming bits back onto the pile. A time for children to stay up late and poke the bonfire with sticks. It should be a time for in- cantations. We are cremating our beloved, with tenderness and regret, but without sadness. We know they will live again. Maybe that's what October is all about, It is a time of dying, when life flares up in all its splendour, briefly but brightly, before going quietly and with dignity, to the -grave. Sometimes all these things come togeth won a Canadian Thanksgiving ,Day. What is sorare as a -day in June, indeed! Give me an October Thanksgiving, with the yellow sun filtering through the wild ecstasy of the maples, and the water and. sky 'so blue it hurts, and I'Il give you a glimpse of glory. Come in from golf, or fishing, or hunting, or just walking. into the incredible smell of roasting turkey. and you've had a glimpse of paradise. Draw me up to a blazing fire of oak logs, and the bite of a good rye, and the women making gravy in the kitchen, and the grandchildren climbing all over me, and a discussion of those other turkeys, the Toronto Argonauts, and I wouldn't trade places with the Shah of Iran, the Queen of England, or the Pope. It's then I have my personal Thanksgiving. It's a long time to be married to a strange woman, but we're still together. My grandbabbies are as bright as butterflies. My daughter has her head sorted out, and is tough and self-reliant. And quite beautiful, despite the new toughness. There is food in the house. There is oil in the tank, even though we may be feeding the furniture into the fire in ten years. My arthritis is only ten percent worse than last year. I have some good friends. I like my work. My teeth are getting ropy bub my hearing and sight are excellent. My morals seem to be in the same old shape, not good. but so- so, no worse. I don't have any great aspirations that are unfulfilled. In fact, I don't have any great aspirations, which fact considerably annoys those who think I should. I'm sorry. This sounds completely hedonistic. And it is. I've paid my dues in suffering and frustration. I'd like to sit back and watch my belly grow (which it won't). and tell my grandsons tall tales. and chuckly at the absurdity of the human race. • Maybe next week I'll be on the barricades with Women's Lib or Labour or the AI13 or food parcels to white Rhodesians. But this week, I'm just on my Thankful kick. The Climes Nerrs•Rleerd 1* published eacb Ilsurniay at PA. has Se. platen. netaria eseads, lw.N It h reglatered as seread ecus mall by the pelt Nitre ertaler the permit somber alit The Newirateeirithieligiarsted to tn. the Hart* Nevzlteterd. tialaileti le 11014 slid t 00110,101, t=sar: abed l tater. tetst like* net Usk Interrupted Paul Newman and Steve McQueen were about to rescue me from a burning building the other morning, when we were interrupted by a strange buzzing sound. As the vision of Paul and Steve faded, the noise became louder, and I realized it was coming from my apartment. I gave my alarm -clock.an angry shove, which is my daily ritual. but the buzzing continued. By then, I was awake enough to read the time - 20 after 3. That was a little early for the alarm. Then I listened more closely: the racket sounded like a small buzz saw and seemed to be corning from one of the other rooms. Slipping out of bed, I followed the mysterious, relentless buzz. I crept through the shadowy living room and intothe dark kitchen, stealing quietly until I ran into the table. I paused for a moment to become oriented: the sound was coming from the direction of my desk under the window. What could it be? The answer came suddenly. I switched on the light, and there it was - my battery-operated pencil sharpener. busily sharpening air. You see, the sharpener worked well and kept fine points on all my pencils, until the batteries wore down a couple of months ago. I replaced the old batteries with new ones, and then I couldn't stop the. thing. It buzzed continually whether or not a pencil was fed into it. The problem was unique: these days we usually contend with gadgets that won't ,tprk instead of ones that won't quit. Nevertheless it was irritating. First, I removed the batteries, thinking I had placed them upside-down. but when I inserted them again. the sharpener took off. Then I adjusted the lid and the cutting device, to no avail. Next I adopted the theory that the batteries would eventually wear themselves down. An endurance test developed between the sharpener and my nerves. The sharpener won. With some experimentotion, I discovered the buzz stopped when the box was laid on its side. However, the loose -fitting, lid opened. spilling the shavings on the floor and allowing the whittler to slip. Replacing the sharpener was extremely difficult. The framee' had to be turned upright, and therefore the post, on which the sharpener sat. rotated: I finally won the battle, though, and when the sharpener was intact, I solved another problem. I leaned the box against the edge of th64esk at, i 60 degree angle. The lid didn't budge: the whittler didn'UsTip, and the buzzer didn't sound. 0 I wanted to sharpen a pencil, I merely sat the gadget upright : otherwise it remained blissfully quiet. The other night I must have inadvertently shifted the box. Why it remained silent until 3:20 a.m. is a mystery. Feeling somewhat disgruntled, I turned the sharpener on its side and crawled back into bed. But no matter how hard I tried, ('couldn't return to the scene of the rescue. Now I'll never knout whether Paul Newman and Steve McQueen rescued me, '' Zot'from the fire! . 10 YEARS AGO November 10.19$ At a meeting called by Mayor Don Symons last Thursday evening to assemble ideas for Clinton to celebrate the 1967 Centennial year, 58 persons were present representing 28 different organizations. The mayor was unable to attend and Royce Macauley, ane of Clinton's four - man Centennial Committee chaired the meeting. Among the Centennial ideas were: a fashion show, sponsored by the Ladies Auxiliary to Clinton Public Hospital, depicting fashions from 1867 up tei the present mini -skirt era. This Announced by Mrs. Robert Homuth, president of the auxiliary. Don Kay suggested that Clinton's exhibit f-om the International Plowing Match could be used for future promotion and possibly be set up at the old Post Office property. Antoine Garciaa, president of Clinton Chamber of Commerce. was enthusiastic over the town promotion exhibit and hoped it could be used for advertising in -1967. ' The Amateur Radio Club. at Canadian Forces Base Clinton has recently been informed that it placed second in Canada in an Amateur Radio International Field Day held last June near Brucefield. Sponsored by the American Radio Relay League. the 'field "day's purpose was to test amateur communications which were operated at a remote site. CFB Clinton's Amateur Radio Club participated.in this event. This is a considerable feat. as over 1.000 Canadian amateur radio clubs entered the event. The club further distinguished itself by finishing l5th in North America. 25 YEARS AGO November 15..1951 Mayor G. W. Nott advanced a suggestion at Monday evening's Town Council meeting that the local Rural Hydro Electric Office might look after Clinton's lines. which .he said were In very bad shape. • The matter was not considered at length, His Worship merely having thrown out the idea. Questioned, he said the water' works and sewage system would likely remain under the local Public' Utilities Office with the hydro -electric coming under the Rural Office. No action was taken on .the matter, nor did the Mayor reest bat any be taken, , eron is hoe of the few ridings in which there is a straight fight between two candidates in the Ontario General Election next Thursday. Ntsrretnber 22. The two names placed in of- ficial fficial nomination in the Town Hall, Hensel , Thursday af- ternoon fternoon last were John W. Armstrong of the Township of Hullett. farmer and Thomas Pryde, of the Town of Exeter, merchant. Returning Officer. George C. .Ginn received nominations between 1 and 2 p.m. and at the latter hour. announced that the candidates would be allowed to speak. thus carrying on an old tradition in Huron riding, - although abandoned in most of the province. Dr. George S. Elliott, Clinton, undertook to poll the people present- to find out , how many wanted to hear speeches. He reported that a majority wanted to hear the two candidates. The Flight Cadets' Mess was the scene of a very gay party in honour of a well-known American girt "Sadie Hawkins". Everyone came hill 'billy style and the costumes were appropriate to the decorations which included murals of the citizens of "Dog Patch". The music was supplied by Aubrey Halmes and Orchestra. and everyone seemed to enjoy dancing especially as it was Sadie Hawkins Day. the men had the pleasant experience of being asked to dance by the ladies. The refreshments were in keeping with the spirit of things. Beef stew, beans and the rare treat of roast suckling pig, was provided for the appetites worked up by the dancing. The Flight Cadets played host to a number of the staff officers and their wives. At the annual meeting of the Londesboro Athletic Club held Friday night. it was decided to enter a hockey team this year in the WQAA grouping. The following officers were elected for the coming year: president, Glen Carter: vice president. Ben Riley: secretary - treasurer, Jack Webster: manager. Gordon Radford; coaches Jack Lee. Ben Riley: goal judge, Bob Riley. - 50 YEARS AGO November 184 Int The Veterans and militia company paraded to St. Paul's Church on Sunday afternoon. turning out in fair numbers. although , the day was moss un- favourable. in Clinton. November 17, by Rev. C. J. Moorebouse. Ivy Irene Piewes, only daughter of Mrs. what's Crich, to i lton 3. John- ston. eldest silt o tie late John Johnston. and Mrs. Johnston. all of Tuckersmith, 0. E. Erratt and Walter Washingtott, both of Auburn are attending the Royal Winter Pair at tmronto'this Week. Miss Oraainr t, Sitwritttpdelit of Clinton Public Hospital has been in Toronto taking in- struelion, in the operation of the X-ray. Many advertisers are giving their space this week to the big Hospital Drive to raise money to pay for the X-ray machine, but took out next week for a lot of real snappy, Christmas -is -a -coming advertising. P. Ladd who accompanied his wife as far as Chicago last week on her way to the south, returned again to town. On Monday evening a 'number of the friends and relatives of Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Hudie were entertained at their home in honour of the tenth anniversary of their marriage: 7v YEARS AGO November 8, 1901 On Tuesday noon. when M. Schwanz of Colborne Township was coming out ofthe mow after throwing down hay for the hor- ses, he slipped on some loose hay and would have fallen headlong into the gangway, but when part way down his elbow caught. checking his tall but dislocating his left shoulder. The doctor was immediately sent for and set the shoulder and he is as well'as can be expected. Charlie Middleton of Goderich Township rejoices in the arrival of a boy m his household, while John Tebbutt is happy over the advent of a gitri, so both are satisfied. John Wallis and family of the take shore road, have moved to their new home in Goderich this week. They are old residents of Goderich Township and are held in the highest possible esteem. A family that has been particularly active in church work. their removal is a distinct toss and the Bethel appointments will greatly miss them. On Thursday morning last, a train on the London. Huron and Bruce killed an animal beipnging to Joseph' McIntosh at the 7th• concession of Hullett crossing and the sam‘day a train struck and injured a calf belonging to John Reynolds, at the gravel road crossing, the cattle guards seem .crossing; be very defective. IN YEARS AGO November 9, 1870 Muddy and unblacked boots are not much of a novelty in town at present. Indeed, the novelty consists in finding a pair that are riot muddy. Our somewhat erratic bell- ringer took another freak on Friday morninglast.. when he rang the bell at 5 a.m. instead of at 6 a.m.. the result of which was that a gal many person got up an hour earlier than usual. To say that he was Wetted is a mild way Of putting it. z.. We are, informed that not long since a certain Goderich town- ship youth took himself .a wife, and desiring to go on the usual wedding tour, made application to be furnished with a special sleeping coach to go from here to London. Our worthy station agent, ever ready to please. promised to obtain one. and our young friend took his trip - in a sleeping coach - of course (?) It is reported (but we will not vouch for the truth of it) that on the night of Hallowe'en. some mischievous youths placed several dead cats at the door of Use residence of one of our town butchers, no doubt supposing that as winter- was approaching the carcasses would be useful. Dear Editor: I am writing to various • newspapers across Canada in the hopes of making contact Company who with. members of the Ship's - sailed in thin Canadian Navy frigate H.M.C.S. "Cap -De -La - Madeleine" during the years 1944-45. It has been %over 30 years 'since we said our "so longs" and went our separate ways and just maybe there are some who have taken up residence in this area. I hope to re-establish old friendships by means of a newsletter and if possible, organize a reunion in 1977. 'NP Those who served in her during her first Commission (1944-45) or those who have knowledge of anyone who did so, may contact me at the following address : Les. Williams 327 Ashland Avenue Winnipeg, Manitoba R3L iL6 Dear Editor: I am writing to you to ask a favour. I am enclosing a picture of my father Reg. J. Wilson of Bayfield, taken on the Bayfield pier in August, with the big "fish" that he caught. The "fish" in the picture is my fiance Bill Eden of Hamilton, wearing his scuba diving "wet suit". He had been diving . off the pier for fishing lures that have been there for many years, and he had me take this picture of himself as the "fish" that didn't get away from my father. My father is the former "Officer in charge" of the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce branch in Bayfield and retired in April of this year. - -` I hope that you will publish this picture for me in your paper, as my father is a nil known fisherman who sees to always have a tale<o tell about the one that got away. Yours truly, Marsha Ori. Ham ilton,Ontario News,Record readers are encouraged to express their opinions in tetters to the editor, however. such opinions do not necessarily represent the opinions of the NewSy". Record. Pseudonyms may be used by letter writers. but no letter witi be published unless it can be verified by phone.